You Were Told to Write About an Actor, So You Wrote Farewell My Concubine

[A word of warning: The protagonist has flexible morals. He's shameless but capable, with flexible principles, but he does have limits. This is a lighthearted comedy with multiple female leads. Read at your own risk.]

Lin. God of Love. God of Acting. Li:

As long as I don't build a public persona, it can't come crashing down! As long as I have no morals, nobody can use them to blackmail me!

Lin Li, the master of breakups, catches the transmigration train at the very last moment of his life.

He transmigrates to a parallel world and finds himself on a major livestream variety show called The Script Dream Space.

The contestants create scripts based on assigned prompts.

Prompts are drawn at random, and contestants write their scripts according to the prompt.

Each round lasts seven days.

The final result is decided by online judges through voting and offline audience fan groups through ranking votes.

The preliminary round's prompt is “performer.”

With no time to think, spurred on by the enormous prize of 100 million, Lin Li immediately drops his trump card: Farewell My Concubine.

“It's supposed to last a lifetime. A year, a month, a day, or even an hour short, and it doesn't count as a lifetime.”

“You can't live unless you go mad.”

“I'm the fake King of Chu. You're the real Consort Yu.”

“I was born a delicate maiden, not a man.”